United Combat Federation

Johanna_Amalia: Anna Lena, a fellow German girl.... But things would not turn get on well for us. We both had this one special friend. We both cared greatly about her and wanted to prove ourselves to her. And well, my day and plans were ruined when Annie had to ruin my life at every corner. I have reached a point where I can no longer tolerate that all Lilly is talking to me about these days is what Annie thinks, says, and does. I had to settle this once and for all. It is turning night as the sun dips below the Rooftops and a gentle orange light illuminates the sky. I sit at the window looking outside as life outside quiets down; something else is to happen in my apartment. I had invited Annie to my place, where we would settle this once and for all. I wrote her a message yesterday telling her I was willing to settle this in an all-out fight; the winner gets to stay around Lilly. I eagerly tap my fingers on my phone, waiting for the moment you would arrive.

Anna_Lena: I stop in front of your front door, the last rays of orange light filtering through the stairwell window, casting everything in an almost peaceful glow that feels completely out of place for what is about to happen tonight. My heart is hammering against my ribs, not from fear, but from pure, cold determination. Lilly told me all about you, and now I’m standing here, ready to end this once and for all. I push the door handle down and step inside without hesitation, you told me earlier, that you would leave it open forme. When I see you sitting there, staring at your phone, time seems to freeze for a split second. I toss my bag carelessly into the hallway and take off my sneakers before I stop in the middle of the room, my gaze never leaving yours. "Well, Amalia?" I say, my voice sounding almost too loud in the silence of your apartment. "I’m more punctual than the train, just like I promised. You look almost as if you’ve been waiting for me." I take a step toward you until I’m standing almost within your personal space, ignoring the innocent facade you’re trying to maintain. "Lilly told me what she thinks of you. But she doesn't matter to me. What brought me here is this ridiculous competition we're having over Lilly online. I’ve had enough of your attitude and this constant back and forth behind our screens. You want to settle who gets the right to stay by her side? Then prove to me if you’re really just a peaceful soul like you claim, or if there’s actually a fighter behind all that talk." I ball my hands into fists, feeling the tension in your eyes snap like an electric charge. "Enough chatting. Now I want to see if you can actually back up your words. Show me what you’re really made of little girl."

Anna_Lena:

Johanna_Amalia: You barge right into my home… the bitch could have knocked out ot courtesy, but I suppose I am not surprised by that kind of behaviour coming from her. You make quite the entrance, barging in, throwing your stuff to the ground, but at least you take them shoes off before stepping on my carpet. I do drop my phone; it thuds to the ground. I was really lost in thought while waiting for you. I push myself away from the window to start walking over to you. Phone left behind on the ground. I bite my tongue as I feel the tension rise within me, my eyes fixated on your Tall figure, and that look in your eyes. I breathe deeply, trying to calm the rising nerves that make me ever so slightly worried about what kind of foe I had picked out here. You step in closer while taunting me. I open my mouth to speak, feeling my freeze lifted as you step in so close to me, our toes touching as you are almost nose to nose with me, or well, you would be if I were taller. I stand squared up against you in my nice, dainty black-laced bustier and a small, equally cute Bottom. I see you tense your fist, and you finally stop your rambling… Part of me was thinking you would try to talk me into submission. “Annie, this is a fight you created, and how dare you barge in here like this? I cant believe Lilly would ever spend time with such a lowlife!” My eyes trail to your hands already in tight fists. I close my eyes once more as a moment of silence drags between us. My voice quivers, “Okay, okay, fine, stop… I am not looking to get my ass beaten in my own home…. just okay…” I smirk ever so slightly. I was hoping to disarm you so I could catch you by surprise, as I am still speaking, finishing my false submission. I try to quickly and with one swift, forceful strike dig my left elbow into your tummy.

Johanna_Amalia:

Anna_Lena: The air in the room is suffocating, thick with the sharp scent of your perfume and the sudden, electric tension of our face off. Your voice, quiet and seemingly submissive, is a trap and I realize it late, at the moment I see the slight, predatory curl of your lips. The impact of your elbow slamming into my solar plexus is brutal. It hits with the precision of a piston, driving the air from my lungs in a harsh, involuntary wheeze. My vision blurs for a split second, and my body instinctively folds inward, my midsection screaming in protest as the shockwaves of the blow ripple through my ribs. The floor beneath my feet feels like it’s tilting, and for a heartbeat, I am defenseless, doubled over as the agony blooms in my core. "Oh, Bitch! You want to play dirty?" This thought doesn’t even form to spoken words, it’s just a primal reaction. I don’t give myself time to recover or to catch my breath. Ignoring the fire in my gut, I plant my feet firmly into your carpet, my muscles coiled like steel springs. As you retract your arm, I explode upward. I don’t just swing; I throw my entire weight into a crushing right hook, aimed directly for your jaw. My knuckles feel like lead, and the intent behind the strike is clear. To wipe that smug, lingering smirk right off your face. My shoulders rotate with a snap, and the air whistles as my fist cuts through the space between us. I’m not fighting for Lilly anymore, I’m fighting for the sheer, violent satisfaction of seeing if you can take as much as you dish out and talk. The silence of your apartment is shattered by the sound of our heavy breathing and the frantic rustle of fabric as we shift. We are locked in a dance of pain now.

Johanna_Amalia: I smile as I can feel my sharp elbow digging into your fleshy tummy with a resounding success, the shot coming out with the exact force I had wanted it to. I cant believe you really fell for it.... why ever would you think I would submit to you that easily? Well, the bigger they are, the harder they fall.... a lesson I will teach you. As you wheeze from the blow, my satisfaction only grows... that buckle, oh well, I did expect a bit more after all the talk I have heard about you. I can see the look in your eyes, surprise mixed in with the sharp pain I had just inflicted on you. I take a heartbeat, maybe more, to enjoy this. But it seems you are not as incapacitated as I had thought. Instead of taking time to catch that unsteady breath of yours, you decided to go straight to payback. I can see your entire body shifting as you twist into the hook, and with a sharp turn, my eyes widen in shock, the self-assured smile on my face fading as my mouth twitches in surprise at that sudden recovery. The moment your knuckles smack into my jaw. A crack is heard as I feel your strong knuckles leave their imprint on my face. A quick “Gah—!” escapes me as my head is rocked to the side, a trail of saliva mixed with blood shooting out, the rest of my body following along as I stumble, my feet sliding across the carpet, as I nearly stumble and fall down. My legs are shaking as if they were made of rubber, struggling to support me. I catch myself with my right on a chair as I wheeze and moan in pain. “Urrgh—fuuuuuuck!”I struggle to breathe and feel a strong sting of pain traverse my body. My left covers the hurting spot where you so brutally hit me. I rub it gently as I keep my slightly dazed eyes tracked on you... strange that there seem to be 2 of you suddenly.

Anna_Lena: Seeing you lose your balance, your frame swaying almost like a leaf in a storm, sends a surge of dark triumph through me. My knuckles throb with a rhythmic, pulsing heat, a dull ache that feels like a badge of honor. That punch had every ounce of my pent up frustration behind it, and hearing the sickening crack of bone against bone was the sweetest sound I’ve heard all day. I don’t give you a second to regain your bearings. My breath is still ragged, my stomach still screaming in protest from your opening blow, but I push through the fire in my core. I see your eyes glazing over, the way you try to blink away the double vision, and I cannot help it, I'm laughing evil "Did you really think that was all you'd get?" I hiss, my voice raspy and dripping with adrenaline. I don't wait for your legs to stop feeling like rubber. I cross the remaining distance between us in two aggressive strides, my feet digging into the carpet. As you grip the chair, I reach out with my left hand, grabbing a firm fistful of your hair to snap your head back and force your gaze to meet mine. I want you to see the absolute focus in my eyes, the total lack of pity. I pull you away from your support, forcing you to find your own footing again, and deliver a stiff knee straight to your midsection. I’m not playing the graceful fighter anymore. I’m here to break your composure. "Get your head in the game, Bitch." I growl, pulling back my right hand for another heavy strike aiming for your cheek, my shadow looming over you as you struggle to hold yourself up. "This isn't a conversation anymore Amalia!"

Johanna_Amalia: I am still catching myself, and I can see that you are not giving me the space I desperately crave and have tried to create. As you move yourself over to me, I feel my face still burn, only a slight coldness spreading in with the adrenaline. I rub my face with my left as I can see you closing in, fully aware that I need to act or be minced. You grab onto my hair and force me to look straight at you. A quiver runs through my face, and I bite my lower lip from the pain my scalp feels as you tear on my precious golden locks. I see those cold eyes of yours, malice shooting out at me from them. I breathe faster, fearing another hit to shake me. You wrank me around by my hair, "heyyyy stop it with the hair!" I gasp out a complaint as I am forced to support myself again. I come to a rest on my legs, less shaky now but far from steady. I throw a punch, looking to let my fist dig into your side, but your merciless knee shoots up and hits me square in my belly. “Guh—!" I gasp out as the wind is forced out of me from this attack. "fuuuck you bitch! Oooow," I cough out in pain as my core feels like a knife has been run into it. My legs are wobbly once again as I wrap my arms around my aching tummy. Then another fist comes for me, aiming at my precious face. I let my instinct take over and manage to avoid it just in time by taking another step back as your fist whips by me through the air, missing me by a hair's breadth. I need to do something, and that was yesterday. I try to change course and charge straight for you, fury taking hold of me. I rush into your elbow, fist, trying to spear your stomach and knock you to the ground with my weight, trying to throw you to the ground with me, landing atop you.

Anna_Lena: The world tilts, and for a split second right after my knee crashed into your body, I feel the sudden jarring impact of your momentum colliding with mine. You’re fueled by that desperate raw fury and it hits like a freight train.Your shoulder drives into my midsection, right into the spot where your fist hit me before, and the air leaves my lungs in a sharp, pathetic wheeze that sounds more like a dying breath. I stumble backward, my heels catching on the edge of your rug. There’s no time to brace myself, no time to shift my weight. I feel the gravity take over, and with a heavy thud, my back meets the floor. Your weight comes crashing down on top of me, pinning me against the hardwood. The breath is hammered out of me completely, my vision sparking with white light as the back of my head gives a dull,painful protest against the floorboards. "Ugh, you fucking cunt!" I choke, my hands scrambling to find purchase, clutching at your shoulders and waist to try and shove you off, but you’re dead weight, pressing down with all the intensity of your rage. My lungs are screaming for air, and I’m pinned, staring up at you as you loom over me, your face twisted in that same feral expression I wore moments ago. The roles have reversed in a heartbeat, and the tables have turned with a vengeance. I can feel the hardness of the floor biting into my shoulder blades. I don't let my panic win.I twist my hips violently, trying to buck you off to the side, my fingers digging into your arms with desperate strength, trying to break your center of gravity so I can at least get you off of me. "Not... today..." I wheeze, the words barely audible as I fight for air, my eyes locked on yours, I'm working my right leg under your ribcage so I can stretch it out, feeling your weight on my inner thigh, but then I lift my left leg up high just to send it down crashing into your ribs. Now I'm able to lock my feet together behind your back and I'm violently stretching my long legs out.

Johanna_Amalia: I crash into you as my smaller frame collides with your taller, larger body, but this time, the giant will fall down. I managed to make you wheeze again, hitting you where I had struck you before. I can feel it within me, hate, Hope, pain colliding into quite a tasty cocktail. We slump on the carpet as I manage to land on top of you. There you fight through the pain... That same rage is surely causing you to go harder. You try to make me fall down. I shift with you, trying to keep you down as I press my hips down with full weight, trying to slide a knee up to keep you down. I need to hurt you, but I can feel myself slipping off of you. I rake my hands into you, pushing down hard on your thighs and calves, trying to hurt you badly. I then lean up and dig my hungry teeth into your shoulder biting hard as hard as I can. I feel our bodies grinding against each other in this fight for what, really? Dominance? Survival? As we get more and more going, Lilly feels like an ever more distant figure.

Anna_Lena: The sharp, hot agony of your teeth sinking into my shoulder tears a guttural growl from my throat. It’s primal, desperate, and sickeningly intimate. The scent of your hair, the sweat slicking our skin, and the raw weight of your body pinning me down it all blurs into a chaotic, adrenaline-fueled nightmare. I don’t just feel the bite, I feel the malice behind it. You aren’t just fighting to win, you’re fighting to leave a mark. "You fucking slut!" I gasp, the words strained and jagged as I thrash beneath you. My muscles are burning, protesting the position you’ve forced me into, but the pain of your bite acts like a catalyst. I stop trying to buck you off with mere strength and instead go for chaos. I snap my hand upward, my fingers clawing blindly for your face, but to shove you back, to break the seal of your weight so I can breathe. As I shove, I twist my torso violently, abandoning all technique. I roll to my side, effectively dragging you with me across the floor, and I don't stop the motion. I use your own momentum against you, swinging my leg up to hook it behind your knee and force you off-balance. We scramble across the carpet, a tangled mess of limbs and fabric, until I manage to shove you just far enough to the side to create a gap. I don't let you settle. I scramble up onto my knees, my breath coming in ragged, painful gasps, and I lung back at you before you can find your footing. I don't aim for finesse this time. I drive my shoulder into your midsection, intending to slam you against the nearby wall to knock the wind out of you. "Lilly doesn't even know what she’s missing!" I scream, my voice cracking, as I pin you against the plaster, my forehead pressed against yours, our chests heaving."You want dominance? You can have it whore!" I throw my head back into my neck and shoot forward to send my forehead crashing into the middle of your face.

Johanna_Amalia: I can feel you start to buckle and move under me as you give me a shove and fight it with all you've got. I feel my position worsening as you claw my face. I close my eyes to spare them from being touched. Your fingers are leaving a red trail on my face as they make their way, raking across. Then you start twisting like some rabid animal, and I slip right off of you. Feeling the burns on my face. We roll around, making the carpet a full-on mess. Then we both scramble up, not wanting the other to get the upper hand, but you don't settle. You slam right into me with your shoulders, "OOOOFFFF~" I feel the air being forced out of me as I thud against the wall, my legs almost giving out amid the pain as I blink, trying to get my vision to stop turning so much. Tears escape my eyes. You press your large body against mine, pinning me against the walls, as I am smothered by you, then you throw your head right into my face, and all goes blurry and darkness seeps in as our skulls crack together. “Guuuuh—!nooooo~” Blood exploded from my nose as you cracked it up real good. I went almost fully limp, sliding down along the wall till my butt thuds down on the ground. Nose Bleeding, I had to close my eyes, but still, I feel the dizziness seep into my mind.

Anna_Lena: The sound of our foreheads colliding is sickening, a heavy thud that resonates right through my own skull. The impact sends a jolt of white-hot pain through my forehead, making my vision swim, but I don't let it stop me. I pull back just enough to see the result, blood streaming from your nose, your eyes rolling, and the light behind them dimming as you slump against the wall. The adrenaline is still screaming in my ears, but as I see you slide down to the floor, limp and defeated, the red haze of my rage begins to dissipate, leaving behind a cold, shaky exhaustion. I stagger back, my chest heaving, every muscle in my body trembling from the exertion. My shoulder throbs where you bit me, and my head feels like it’s been split open, but I’m still standing. I lean heavily against the wall for a second, my hands resting on my knees as I fight to gulp down enough air to steady my heart rate. I look down at you, crumpled on your own carpet, the blood from your nose dripping onto your cute little bottom and the floor. "You..." I wheeze, wiping the back of my hand across my forehead to clear the blood and sweat from my eyes. I realize my own knuckles are shredded, and my shirt is torn where you clawed at me, but the fight isn't over. The silence returns to the apartment, heavy and thick, punctuated only by our jagged breathing. I take a shaky step toward you, not to attack, but because I’m barely able to keep myself upright. I sink down to the floor a few steps away, my back hitting the wall, mirroring your position. I stare at the ceiling, feeling the throbbing pulse in my head, and let out a harsh, broken laugh that turns into a cough. I just sit there, nursing my own wounds, waiting for the room to stop spinning so I can process that we actually just did the all for someone who probably has no idea we’re tearing each other apart.

Johanna_Amalia: I breathe deep, my head throbbing, hurting like shit. The world is still spinning around me. You sure have a thick skull... I shake. I just shake. I can't believe this has gone so far. Worse is that I've lost rather soundly. My breaths come ragged and deep, chest rising and sinking with every inhale. I zone out, rubbing my painful head and swiping the blood from my aching nose again and again. I don't know why the sight of it staining my hand still shocks me every time. You slump down along the wall and sit beside me. Only then do I remember you're still here. I'd been so lost in my own pain and defeat that I'd completely forgotten about you. I look at you with distrust as you laugh, then cough. Blinking hard, I shake my head, trying to focus through the daze as I stare at you. My eyes are still wide with fear. "Don't you..." I pause, voice quivering, "...want to finish me off?" I gulp, unsure if I even want to know the answer. I stare down at my legs, head hung low.

Anna_Lena: I can hear your ragged breathing, mirroring my own, and it’s the only sound left in the room now that the violence has drained out of us. When you speak, your voice is small, trembling, and laced with a fear that I didn't think you were capable of feeling. It cuts through the haze of my own exhaustion. I turn my head slowly, wincing as a sharp stab of pain pulses behind my eyes. I look at you and the image is messy. You’re blood-streaked, and broken, sitting there on your own floor. The thought of "finishing you off" feels like something from a different lifetime, a dark impulse that belonged to the girl who walked through that door an hour ago. "Finish you off?" I repeat, the words tasting like copper and fatigue. I let out a low, humorless chuckle that quickly dissolves into another hacking cough. I shift my legs, trying to find a position that doesn't scream in agony. My hand reaches up, unconsciously tracing the spot on my forehead where we collided. It’s sticky with my own sweat and a bit of blood from where your nose broke. "I didn't come here to kill you," I say, my voice raspy and stripped of all its earlier malice. I stare across the room, past the overturned chair and the discarded phone, at nothing in particular. "I just... I needed to know. I needed to see if the person who was making Lilly talk about you all day was actually worth the obsession. And now?" I look back at you, my gaze lingering on your bruised face. I slowly pull myself up, using the wall for support, my legs are shaking, but the smile on my lips fades away as I raise my fists with a firm stance on my right foot in front, before I pull up my left Knee and spin a kick aiming for your face with my left foots sole.

Johanna_Amalia: I slowly observe you rising to your legs. Trying my best to listen to you over the ringing in my ears. I smile as I see you smile. I feel the hope that it's over, that we are even now. Just as I breathe lighter, you break your sentence off and leave me hungry for more. Instead of words, your left foot comes rushing for my face. It slams right into my face, cracking my nose all the more as more blood spills out. I feel your soft sole smoothers my face as I sag sideways and slump down. I close my eyes, and darkness overcomes me as my eyes roll back and I lose consciousness.

Anna_Lena: As you sag, I shift my weight. My left foot shoots out, the sole of my shoe connecting with the side of your face with a dull, sickening crunch. I don’t pull back. I press my foot firmly against your cheek and jaw, pinning your head against the floorboards. The soft rubber of my sole smothers your skin, muffling your final, unconscious groan. I stand over you, my chest heaving, watching as your eyes roll back and the last bit of tension leaves your body. You’re out cold, your nose leaking crimson onto your carpet, the fight finally drained from your broken frame. I keep my foot pressed firmly against you, holding you down in the stillness of the room. The silence is absolute now, heavy and suffocating. I just watch you, my sole still marking your face, feeling the victory pulse through my own battered limbs as the light fades from the room.